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It was a truly shocking offer.

Royal duke! The title belonged to the same level as a grand duke, but the handling was very different. A grand duke was a noble with great authority while a royal duke was literally a king.

He wouldn't be bound to the Meltor Kingdom but would wear the crown as the master of an independent state in a hierarchical relationship with Meltor. Moreover, since all the territories in the East Continent would be recognized as his, it would be possible to build a kingdom that was larger than the Meltor Kingdom.

It was a temptation that ordinary people couldn't turn away from.

"Hrmm."

However, Theodore thought about it without shaking.

'His Majesty knows... This isn't an offer he would've thought of. Then the appointment of royal duke must be something that the nobles gathered together and petitioned for.'

The loyalists in his home country would have a fit, but it was Meltor that would lose out if he became a royal duke. 

Theodore hadn't lost his magic abilities, but he had a lot to deal with as Chief Tower Master. If he vacated his position, the work would accumulate in seconds and the necessary budget would have to increase. Additionally, compared to making a manor, the amount of money and labor required to establish a new kingdom was a totally different story.

Meltor had just overcome a war and would be disturbed by financial difficulties again. The only ones to gain from a weakened kingdom were the corrupt officials.

'...Well, it might be a suggestion for His Majesty to try and control me. He is a man who would weigh the gains and losses. Even if I accept the offer, he would've already prepared a backup method.'

The stupid nobles didn't know it. Kurt III was certainly a wise king, but he didn't have a meek mentality. Rather, he was a king who could be ruthless when needed. Since his youth, he had walked a bloody path. Kurt III was a monarch who knew how to draw a sword at any time.

If Theodore accepted the offer, it was obvious that Orta would squash all the relevant nobles when he returned.

"Hahat." Theodore thought this and looked ahead with a laugh. "You don't need to listen to my answer, White Tower Master."

"..."

"Do you need a pledge? I won't become a royal duke. So, please speak with ease."

"Sigh, of course. I will deliver it to His Majesty," Orta sighed and smiled after releasing his anxiety. In retrospect, he shouldn't have acted on the spur of the moment. Theodore was a 9th circle magician, a transcendent located in legends.


'Ah...!'

As one of the few magicians who understood Theodore's position, Orta realized that it was meaningless for him to seek wealth and power. This didn't mean that a transcendent was abstinent. It was just that the laws of society or providence of the human world weren't valid for Theodore.

'What does a magician long for after achieving the 9th circle?'

If he wanted wealth, he could snatch it with force. If he wanted power, he could show off his strength.

Orta was able to see it because he had fought a few times with transcendental existences. To Theodore, a nation and its army were just a bunch of weeds that could be wiped out at once. Another transcendent would be needed to fight against him.

However, in the modern age, there was no longer anyone who could stop Theodore.

"...Chief Tower Master," Orta asked as a mortal, not a tower master, "What are you going to do now?"

He wasn't simply asking about tomorrow's schedule. Theodore felt the weight of Orta's words and looked up at the sky outside the window before replying, "I'm not sure."

The boy who had shed sweat and tears in the academy's library, wishing for a good reputation... He had dreamt of finding a beautiful girl and becoming a respectable magician. However, once all those wishes were fulfilled, the wish that remained was simple.

"I will love those who love me, use my strength to fulfill my responsibilities, live today like it is yesterday, and seek the truth as a magician."

Some people might say that this conclusion was stupid. Why should he do nothing when he had the power to do anything? It was human nature to attain the things one desired with their own abilities. However, Theodore would laugh at their stupidity.

A person who wielded their power just because they could was simply an idiot. There was no need for shallow and offensive desires. His desire was to pursue infinite wisdom by exploring the laws of the world, as well as to love his family and lovers and to keep his friends alive.

"Isn't it luxurious enough?" Theodore kept looking outside the window.

Once he heard Theodore's wishes, Orta stood stiffly like his whole body had been struck by lightning.

Theodore could put the whole world under his feet but didn't covet any power. He valued his own bonds and didn't want to be higher than anyone else. Instead, he smiled comfortably in the morning sun, which would be the same today and tomorrow.

'I see.' Orta seemed to know why Kurt III wasn't very worried about Theodore's choice.

The man in front of Orta, Theodore Miller, was such a hero.

"Once again, I salute you. Chief Tower Master," Orta said politely with a sincere heart. 

He was someone with a quiet character, and the sincerity of a transcendent stirred him. Theodore unintentionally settled the atmosphere and looked over with a strange expression. '...?'





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